Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.